Wild dogs are running, bearing their fangs to the scent of blood on the air, ready to rip the flesh from our bones. Until the cracks and hollows are
Your goals hang in front of your eyes, but today you'll spend waiting, suffering. Your goals have turned into dreams, another year spent waiting, suffering
The face of poverty, as willing subjects we all spectate your demise. You can wash away the filth but not the calluses that keep the devils down beneath
The claim of the priests and the holies clerics is that god is a master to serve without question or real consequence, so they forge their weapons
The stars lead to the path to the other side: The righteous path, the gateway, the key to eternal life. Now we wait we pray, we die. Now we wait we
No rest from the labor at the whip's end, when portraits of toil invade. No rest from the stinging of the needles, when we covet their highs. We can
and cast them away, curse them to waste. Smash no commandments, curse them to waste. Lay your head down in pastures of circuits unseen. Swallow fallout from
She sits and watches as the fires light the night. She faces darkness in her last remaining times, asking herself what the carcasses are up to. After
belief. We will bring you down the same as those you have taken from me. Lies and deceit. No more lies of stolen dreams taken from me.
Listen to the piercing cacophony that falls from your tongue, to your own beating heart in the bedlam and hum, to the bellicose turmoil in the breaths
One last night, one more breath, one step forward, then what's left? Where does it go? What does it mean? What is it worth to be part of this machine
Raging crowds of gunpoint stares in Palestine, where twelve year old hands throw capital offenses. Blistering is the abrasion of land. Sickening I
Another night begins, and I fear the worst. They know where you are, and who you have been. I don't believe the badges that hide the inner beast, that
Behind the golden gates and the locked doors. Away from where the cops beat aimlessly. Where the parasites are plentiful and the usurpers feast on
sad when the strings have been Removed from the blinds And all the outlets have been painted over And the television screen is streaked With blood smeared from
I will now rise from the ashes Dont call me pretentious Im sitting here making my own rules and if i fall from the ceiling you'll be down there waiting
Am I dreaming, am I alive, the final war, I did survive One of the chosen. One of the few. A world in ruins because of who Now you look around See the
grace this night none can stop your spell you're beyond death's reach a vision of glory and seduction from the ashes she rises to the earth not even